Zack stands in the back section of the parlor, tending to a rather appealing young woman's corpse. While Undertaker is up from by the door having his dealings with the Phantomhive butler, Sebastian. The job of the body was quick and the paperwork is mindless to Zack by now. Several months have passed since their rainy night of lust. Though they have only done 'that' together once, the mutual feelings between the two still show. They appear in soft whispers upon passing in the room, gentle caresses of the skin, and silent kisses in the dark.
After Zack's last excursion, Undertaker took extra care as to where he kept Zack and began training him more thoroughly in the arts of making a body beautiful. The bruises are long since gone, and the cuts have healed well with Undertaker's supervision. Even the old scars seem to be doing better with Undertaker's care.
"Undertaker, here are the papers. She was the last one for today," Zack's hair has grown a bit since before and is now long enough for him to pull back out of his way, while still leaving some room for the bangs over his eye. Undertaker takes the papers carefully and smiles, holding a bit of the bang in his long fingers. A soft blush tints Zack's cheeks and he down casts his eyes.
"Your hair is getting longer," he murmurs and Zack blushes more as he nods.
"I-It is," he agrees. Undertaker releases the hair in an almost sad to do so way. Zack walks back towards the table where he'd been working and starts to clean it.
"The two of you seem to have gotten closer," Sebastian remarks with a small smirk.
"We have..." Undertaker replies but hesitates with a small frown on his lips. "May I speak with you, in private? Not as butler to the Phantomhive household but as an immortal..."Sebastian's eyes narrow and he hesitates before agreeing. "I'll be back in a moment, please keep the shop while I'm gone," he says to Zack who nods and watches them go.
"You've grown much fonder of that human than I had thought..." Sebastian surmises as they stand in the alley next to the Parlor.
"I have..." Undertaker's hand slowly pulls his bangs back and he leans back with the movement. "It's become dangerous. Humans are fragile creatures, to begin with, and he is even more so than the others... I worry all through the night that if I close my eyes he'll be gone in the next moment..." Undertaker whispers and Sebastian's face forms a concerned look.
"It would be much simpler, and easier, for you to let him go now. Before anything happens..."
"It's already too late for that... Sebastian... I love him..." the words sound as though they almost choke him before he says them and Sebastian's eyes widen. He opens his mouth to say something in reply but soon closes it at the presence of Grell appearing.
"That's quite the declaration," Grell hops off of the roof into the alley where they are.
"I suppose you're skipping work again?" Undertaker asks.
"Actually, I'm here to warn you."
"Warn me?"
"He has only one week left. Spend it well."
"Why warn me?" Undertaker asks suspiciously and Grell pouts.
"I'm just giving you a heads up before you become free for the rest of us again," a dark look seems to creep into Undertaker's eyes.
"When?"
"When what?"
"When is it going to happen?" Grell looks at him guardedly before conceding.
"September 16th, at 6:12 pm... Will has already set people to make sure you don't interfere..." Grell stares apologetically up at Undertaker who seems to deflate slightly.
"Guess I can stop worrying about when it will happen, huh?" he looks almost defeated as he walks back out of the alley and into his Parlor.
"Undertaker, I was thinking about giving you a nickname. You know, something short and cute," Zack smiles brightly at him making him smile back.
"What are the running ideas?"
"Hmmm, Maybe Taker...Nah, that sounds like a thief's name..." Undertaker chuckles softly. "How about, Take?"
"Take? What do I take exactly?" he asks curiously and Zack pauses as his blush grows.
"W-well, you take corpses and make them beautiful. Y-you take paperwork and make it more useful to others... Y-you've taken me and created a better person," his blush grows as he mumbles the last bit and Undertaker smiles. His long fingers slide under Zack's chin and lifts it up.
"I'm about to take your lips too," Zack takes a soft breath in excitement and blushes me.
"Why take them, when I'll offer them up willingly?" he stands up a little taller and onto his toes to reach Undertaker's lips. He kisses back the second he feels Zack's lips and wraps his arms around the man's waist.
"I need to tell you something," Undertaker states after the kiss ends and Zack looks up at him happily.
"Yes?" the words he would have used fail him and he smiles in an off way.
"I love the nickname, but only you can use it for me," Zack smiles more and kisses him again.
"Does that mean that I've named you mine?"
"Yes," Undertaker takes him into a rather warm and tight hug but his face scrunches with the pain of knowledge. "I will always be yours..."